two of us. There were no signs of his mate, if she is a mate. Since she bewitched him and caused him to forget his home for two days, she has been christened: Circe. All well with the thrashers. April 8th. Clearing (?) after a period of heavy rain. Circe returns. About 10:30 A.M. Rhody, who had not been seen this morning, was heard booing off to the south east. Scrutiny disclose a road- runner sitting on his rock at the high curve of Selborne Drive. I collected dainties and proceeded in that direction, but to my A good flight. surprise, the bird launched itself into a splendid sailing flight against the wind, which was pretty strong from the west, dipped as it passed over the Fish house as if to land, but rose and continue off to the west, landing about 200 yards from the starting point. perhaps 50 feet lower, although some of the flight was upward. This did not seem like Rhody behavior, and , in fact it was not, for that bird was (after the flight) seen to be on top of the Fish house. He sailed down, ran rapidly toward me much to the satisfact- ion of my ego, until he veered off to the left toward another ob- jective. This proved to be Circe who was headed for the lot adjoining this place to the west, although on account of the intervening houses neither Rhody nor I could see her until she emerged running across the street. R appears to have divined her course accurately while she was still out of his sight. I retreated, hoping that this might mean a resumption of nesting, as Rhody entered the brush at the point where Circe disappeared. Rhody seems to be keeping his head pretty well after all and certainly exhibits more understanding of the psychology of female road-runners than I do! At noon Rhody, all alone, was comfortably ensconced on a bed of needles from a hakea R divines her course.